There’s No Such Thing As Bad Weather…
… just the wrong clothes. So said Billy Connolly, and so said Clive Chapman too. They were right.
I was determined to get my Tuesday night ride in this week. Hitting the 100 miles is going to be very difficult this month so I needed to get started. The Big Man Upstairs decided to set me a challenge by providing lots of water from the skies. I made the mistake of showing my indecision earlier in the evening and suffered a barrage of motivational abuse via Facebook. Thanks, friends, you made me go out.
After a quick tea, I layered up and unlocked the shed. The beanie that was free with this month’s MBUK was a bonus. Lights on and head down, off I went.
The autopilot loop through Milnrow and twice around Hollingworth Lake was the chosen route tonight. The rain prevented me dreaming up anything new. I came back home on the main roads, as the canal towpath seemed like a very unwise idea, with the slippery cobbles and wet leaves under the bridges.
Just over an hour after setting off, I was dripping quietly onto the floor of my shed with a big smile on my face. Now I’m showered and warm, whilst my clothes steam gently on the radiators.
The phone GPS tracked less than half a mile of the ride. Maybe the plastic butty bag I put it in touched the screen in the wrong place, I don’t know. Anyway, I mapped the ride manually so you can see it here.
Just remember: it’s only water, and you only get wet once.